It was Miaomiao, who had changed into an old tracksuit and tied up her hair. She came rushing over, gripping a knife in her hands, and without hesitation, slashed through behind the harvester.
The sound of gunfire rang out again, and together they successfully forced the big wolf to retreat.
"Miaomiao?!"
Old Zhao looked at the silhouette standing in front of him, his face a mixture of shock and relief.
"Dad, let's kill it first. Here, take the knife."
"Okay."
The father and daughter instantly reached an agreement. Spiritual Light flickered in Miaomiao's hand, and a long saber appeared out of thin air in her left hand. Old Zhao's eyes lit up, and he immediately discarded the Broken Blade in his hand, taking the knife his daughter handed over.
He could feel that the knife was far better than the one he had before, at least a Second Level Weapon, and his confidence soared at that moment.
